"The Duan Clan's Duan Yue had given her a box of concealed weapons. I saw it!" Dou Fengchi yelled out frenziedly, "Quick, quickly take it out and throw them."
While creasing his brows, Second Young Sir Dou yanked at his sister's arm.
Dou Fengyao couldn't resist sniggering, "Do you have a good relationship with her? Why should she help you."
This made Dou Fengchi so angry that she turned to glare at her. "Shouldn't we help each other at times like this and force back this pack of zombie rats before anything else?"
"Ha ha, I see that Miss Qiao doesn't seem to be some kind of greatly high-minded person. Look at how she is squatting there. Does it look like she has the slightest intention of helping us? I see that there is totally no chance."
